Fanfic:Starfire
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Jerid looked up through the garden clearing, towards the clear night sky. As he exhaled, his breath became visible, a sign of the crisp temperature around him. At any other time the cold would have affected him, so used the warmer climate of Ebou Dar, but not this night. He had taken to wearing a deep emerald cloak over his uniform, but it had been discarded for the need of agility. So much time had gone into study over the past weeks, and he had hardly had enough time to spend with Aynaiss. He missed his wife very much, but this was the price one paid for being Dedicated or Accepted. However, tonight he had shoved aside his studies, had decided to take the more impulsive and creative part of his nature and embrace it.
The one-time thief looked around him, taking in every aspect of the clearing. It was perfect, no branches obscuring the early spring night sky. The golden flecks in his forest green eyes danced with creative determination and his light brown hair was a bit tousled from the sudden rush to come out here. Absently he twisted the gold worked jade ring he wore, a gift from a Tinker friend. The other ring he wore, a simple gold band, glittered dully in the moonlight. He heard the howl of a wolf in the distance, and he smiled faintly, knowing that one of the Wolfkin might be hunting with their pack this night. That howl heralded the beginning.
Jerid siezed saidan, balancing against the malestorm of the male half of the True Source, drawing until he held it to the brim. He knew he would never be stronger than any, perhaps not even as strong as Owyn, but he considered skill more important rather than strength. With a roguish grin, he began to spin around in a simple dance step and began weaving threads of the One Power.
He wove threads of Water and Spirit first, casting them about in random directions like ribbons of all sizes and thickness. To his eyes they were alit with a pulsing hue, of green-blue and ethereal white. He cast about red-orange Fire and green-brown Earth next, the former always thicker than the latter, for his strength in Earth was minor to most other male channelers, where only Spirit was stronger than his use of Fire. The ribbons of the One Power wound and interwove with each other, never quite touching each other. There were many such combinations, if woven just right, that could turn out quite disastrous. Last came flows of Air, narrow and thin, almost like streamers of azure blue in the night sky.
Jerid paused for only second to look at his handiwork, no more than a myriad of flows of all the Five Powers, interwoven like some tapestry of chaos, though not quite touching, almost like the Pattern itself. He stood at the nexus of it all, still for that one brief second in time, before he began dancing again. He began hurling seemingly random flows of all Five Powers in harmonious chaos, but there was some pattern even in that chaos, or so a White would be right to guess. The amount of saidan that he wove would likely come to the attention of every male channeler, but the look in his gold flecked forest eyes said he didn't care. Perhaps it was more than what Rihari Asha'man had used in wreaking havoc at the Band of Brothers once upon a time, or less, but such was that the amount was considerable nonetheless.
Threads of Spirit as thick as full grown king snakes twisted near to touching with narrow flows of Water. Fire intermingled with Earth, never truly touching, though in some portions would have been enough to cause a decent quake had he been an Earthsinger. Air and Fire nearly made a point to cause a minuture shower of lightning bolts in many places, but Jerid was careful to keep every thread apart and yet so close to be near touching. The clearing was already alight to his eyes with pulsing flows of the One Power, and knew this was close to recklessness, but the desire to go on consumed him. He wove them with grace and dexterity that probably would amaze the eldest of Aes Sedai and Asha'man, of any of the three Towers, or perhaps he still had those who could out do him for such.
He continued to spin and twirl in a chaotic dance, the fluidity of his steps giving many who thought they knew him a first true glimpse of what he was truly capable of. Had someone put a dagger in each hand and an enemy force to be had at any other time, the said force would likely be on the ground, their blood staining the grass. Not even the Tuatha'an tribe he had once stayed and traveled with for a few nights had seen this, had only caught an echo of a glimspe when he had danced with them. Only his childhood mentor and his first love had seen anything like it, but even then it had been but half his talent. A Tinker might envy his grace, or the most graceful of noble ladies and ballroom dancers. It was his greatest gift, beyond all his skills as a thief or woodcarver, beyond his ability to play his whistle or his memory and sharp hearing. If any had known, they might think it would be something to match the golden flecks in his eyes, dancing with a life! of their own.
Jerid took a deep bow and wove the final thread, flows of Water and Spirit intertwined and touching. With amazing quickness, it wove through all the gaps and openings between the countless flows of saidan, and then it touched at last a small thread of Spirit at one end and a thick thread of Fire at the other end. With that done, Jerid straigthened with his arms flung high into the sky, his eyes shut as he tied off the weave, finally finished.
It took effect then, the one thing Jerid had intended.
As if reaching up and plucking the light from the sky, the clearing became alive with a brillant and soft blue glow. It seemed to come from every part of the garden, suffusing it with the essence of light. Suddenly small and countless motes became visible, pulsing silver and bluish-white, becoming the size of pebbles as they floated on the air. Jerid opened his eyes, breathing heavily as his weary eyes glowed with pride of his acomplishment.
He was done.
